I miss my daddy. I miss knowing the man that he was when I was a little girl. I miss not knowing about his addiction. I miss being oblivious. Thinking that my dad was the best, most handsome, smartest dad in the whole world.
Thinking back on it, I don't know what I was thinking before I knew. Wasn't it odd to me that he'd dissapear for weeks on
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Thank goodness you have such an amazing grandmother.
You already know the answer I'm sure....its making the choice and sticking with it thats the hard part.
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